The First Trial

[Vradica]

This is just a test for Vincent's RP character. Therefore, no one except Vincent and I are allowed to post in here.

We will begin once both participants post their profiles in this thread.

The setting will be determined by Vincent, and will start with him.

 

[Gaaramaster]

Name:Vixti Viko
Age:18
Gender:Male
Weapon:Setilok and Derozat. Setilok was created by a master swordsmaker. It's a long sword made of the strongest material, unbreakable and extremely powerful. Derozat is unknown. It's made of a black material but Vixti doesn't use it often.
Race:Human
Abilities:Fire magics, thunder magics, ice magics, Elemental sword(He puts an element into one of his swords.)
Appearence:: Long black hair, plae blue eyes, pale white skin, 6 feet tall, skinny. He has a scar across the right side of his face.
History:He lived in a town that was fairly normal. He trained in swords since he was old enough to lift one. One day when he was 10 he went to an old house. It was filled with gold and at one end, there was a black sword on a table, Derozat. He ran and picked it up, but a trap brought a sword from the roof. He was small though, so it ran across his face, instead of killing him like it would have. He ran to his house to tell his family of the gold. His family was poor, so the ran to the gold filled house. Vixti, who had bandages covering half his face, found the sword on the ground and his family took as much gold as possible. He used it to buy Setilok. When he was 15 he joined the army, where he became one of thier strongest Seargants, but then he quit after his term of 3 years and opened a weapons shop.

whats the post limit?

 

[Vradica]

For now the post minimum shall be a paragraph. Basic rules of roleplaying will be enforced here.

Here is the character I am using. It was modified by me, and given to a friend of mine:

Name: Serrade (codename)

Age: 20

Birthplace: Hong Kong, East Asian Region (Chinese Territory)

Gender: Male

Stereotype role: The Laid-Back Leader

Occupation: OBS-CURE Major, Head of Tactical Assassination Squad

Personality: Being the boss of his own squad, Serrade tends to get carried away with playing the head figure. When it comes to business (which is the only time he takes his job seriously), his attitude is that of a young man who is demanding, headstrong, and brutally honest. Anything that isn't of business is polarizingly treated with apathy or compassion. It is then when he is calm, laid back and very optimistic. This sometimes leads to his tendency to be cocky and arrogant.

He has a soft side, if anyone could believe that. His soft side is his passion for beautiful women. Serrade loves beautiful women, and they love him. He is a massive flirt, and sexually active. Ironically, he is rumored to be submissive (in bed). It isn't uncommon that he's seen with a new date on the weekends.

Appearance: Serrade is about 5'9" tall and has lightly tanned skin. He has an excellent build, considering his age. He has short, spikey, bleached hair while his natural color remains unknown. His apparel would be considered a violation of regulations as he almost never wears his standard OBS-CURE uniform. Instead, Serrade wears slim denim jeans, black boots, and a belt with an intricate buckle. He also has another belt wrapped around his waist, which isn't for his pants, but for his sheathed row of throwing knives. He has a stylish white button shirt (which comes only from Japan) that he leaves untucked, and is yet buttoned. The sleeves are rolled up. He wears a stretch twill coat over it all and it reaches just above his ankles. He dons black gloves, a rolex watch, and expensive sunglasses. He also carries a pocket watch, and behind its cover is engraved "Kyo Kusangi".



Weapon(s):

• Dual Long Swords: These pair of fine blades were crafted by Serrade, after achieving a degree in blacksmithship. One of them, which he refers to as Philadelphia has an overall size of 45". It has a serrated edge on on side, while the other is a clear edge, and runes embedded on the hilts. The runes, believe it or not, are the key to the strength of the blades, they enhance the cutting power. The second one he owns is called Virginia, which is 31". Unlike Philadelphia, this sword does not have a serrated edge, but instead has a normal blade, and a "false edge." It should be noted that not one of these blades are sheathed, and they do not have their own scabbards. This is because they are materialized when needed, thanks to Serrade's power of metal.
• Metal Knuckles: A simple brass knuckle set. Serrade often prefers the use of this weapon (and sometimes his knives) over his swords, as enemies would think his fists are less dangerous than his big blades. Big mistake on their part.
• Daggers: Crafted by Serrade's mastery of metallic sorcery, these nine-inched blades might gain the advantage of melee and ranged attacks. Since they are only created by Serrade's power, it only seems to the opponent that there is an infinite amount of them.

Abilities & Magic:

Heavy Metallica: An OBS-CURE tradition states that every top-ranking officer must learn and master at least one form of sorcery. Serrade decided to learn and master the neo-elemental power of metal. The power of metal allows Serrade to "create" metal by magically synthesizing the chemistry of metal to the last molecule and shape it anywhere at any time. This makes the illusion that he can "create" metal from thin air when really he is collecting the molecules of various metal objects into one place spontaneously.

Shadow-Melding: A trick he learned before becoming a Major, Serrade has the ability to blend into the shadows, enabling him to sneak up on enemies easily. Other than metallic sorcery, this ability is like second nature to Serrade since he has been practicing it during his early years in OBS-CURE's Assassination department.

Oblivious-Touch: As a part of his Shadow-Melding ability, Serrade can tap into the power of the shadow of a solid object. By doing so he may increase the size of the shadow, allowing him to meld into it, and thus giving him a bigger hiding place.


Combustion: After years of intense training, Serrade has taken his sorcery abilities to a new level. Combustion is a devestation-class attack that requires immense skill, patience, and training. This attack could kill a person, depending on how much Serrade can control it. He materializes metal into the blood flow of his enemy, causing intense pain for that person. He will continue pouring mana into the attack, eventually turning his victim into metal from the inside out. The victim's flesh takes a metal form, immobilizing the victim, and inevitably freezing the lungs in place, undoubtedly causing death. The rate at which the victim dies, however, is subject to Serrade's mercy, making this skill a perfect interrogation tool, and crude muderous technique.

Bio: Serrade was in fact born in China, but his parents moved into the Mid-Northern Republic (aka, the United States of America); thus he grew up on the streets of Philadelphia. His parents were murdered unfortunately, orphaning Kyo. He fell into the wrong hands, and was raised by a group of what used to be called Black American gangsters. His prolonged exposure to "the ghetto" influenced him greatly. For example, he speaks like a rugged thug quite often. However, growing up on the streets taught him how to survive in a harsh environment.

Later on in his life, he got involved in drugs. He lost all his money, his women, and his good looks, especially the once beautiful side of him. The police caught onto him, and out of pity, the law put him in rehab. After spending three years in a rehabilitation, Serrade came out as a new man. He was much more built, and a lot better looking. Clean.

He was later recruited by OBS-CURE** after being noticed for his unusal athleticism and prowess. He joined their forces as a private at first, but quickly rose through the ranks surpassing all of his lowly comrades. He was ranked as an Assassin for his skills of lethal martial arts. After spending some time as an assassin, he was promoted to be a leader of his own Assassination squad.

**OBS-CURE is a black market conglomerate that is mainly known for offering military services, providing private armies for many a customers. They have been known to contract with Kingdoms, democratic countries, and even crime lords.


--You may post the setting now, Vincent.

 

[Gaaramaster]

Wow. Seems kinda like a god modding character. A bit overusing of the weaponry me's thinks. And when I said post limit I meant how many posts the fight will be. 10, 20, how many? Otherwise it won't ever end.


The setting will be an empty field.
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Vixti walked into a field, where he saw Serrade standing near a rock."Time to practice" He thought. He drew his sword, Setilok, and charged at the Serrade. He got close to him and swung his sword down with extreme force.

 

[Vradica]

((OOC: Forget about post count for now, I just want to see what your character is made of, and how he is in battle. That is, of course, the purpose of this match. Well now. . .Godmodding, or just out of your league? None of his attacks can be considered lethal lest your character is going to be a walking target. His weapons, as you can tell, are almost strictly melee, so I hope you're clever enough to find out the weakness there. I helped designed this character so he would be the rush-down type, so if anything, he does need to look very dangerous, and quite intimidating. . .which I can see is working already. ))


IC:

"Su'p Arless, it's me!" Serrade spoke, holding a cellular phone to his ear. He was getting bored waiting for his appointment to take place. Lord knows he needed to talk to someone. It wasn't everyday Serrade was invited into the middle of nowhere for some unknown reason. "Well, I called just to say hi. Gotta keep in touch, ya know? So how's your vacation going?. . .Uh huh." Serrade switched the phone to the other ear and crossed his legs. "Hey, you found a girlfriend yet? Oh dang, I gotta go!" Serrade closed the cover of the flip-phone the moment he spotted a figure walking towards him. Because the sun peaked out through the scattered heavy clouds, the ultraviolet light gave too much of a glare to make out the qualities of the visitor.

To his dismay, even Serrade's sunglasses could not dim enough of the sun to allow him to see clearly. However, as the stranger came closer, Serrade could make out a face. Soon, he could see the entire visage of the person and it became more clear that his visitor was a young adult, perhaps not any older than Serrade.

"You must be the guy who sent me the invitation!" Serrade exulted, waving one arm.

The stranger didn't respond, but instead brandished a large blade and rushed towards Serrade's direction. Caught off guard by the jaw-dropping speed of the visitor, Serrade gasped first before reacting and then side-stepping to his right. He continued pacing backward, away from the sword-wielding boy. It all happened so fast that Serrade almost didn't notice the wind that followed the boy's speed, along with the frightning sound of a blade biting the dust.

"What's your problem?!" Serrade screamed, cursing wildly before continuing. "Boy, you'd better put down that sword!" He clenched his fists and cursed even more, never forgetting that he came within inches of being butchered alive. Frustrated, Serrade would not even consider persisting in non-violent tactics. Instead, he felt for his belt, and his finger touched a cool metal surface---

"You spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record, baby, right round, round, round."

For a minute, the two, Serrade, and the stranger, stood still and allowed the ring tone to repeat its verse. Hesitantly, Serrade answered his call.

"Arless, this ain't a good time. . . .Look, some maniac just tried to kill me not too long ago, that is why it isn't a good time! No, you listen--ah, f--- it!" Serrade switched the phone to the other hand, and used his now-free hand to unsheathe a dagger. Giving a cold stare to his would-be assailant, Serrade flung the small blade at the boy. Considering how fast the boy was, Serrade had no doubt that he'd be seeing more tricks from this opponent.

 

[Gaaramaster]

((I actually noticed a weakness in your characters weapons thing

Vixti ducked under a daggar and got ready for some magic. He stopped for a second. "Nice phone. Can I have it when your dead?" He brought down a lightning bolt in between him and Serrade and ran behind Serrade. He stayed a good distance away, about 2 yards.(You swords can't reach that distance) He got ready for some fire magic. He sucked in some air, then blew out fire, right where Serrade was standing.

 

[Vradica]

((OOC: Very minor grammar mistakes, but good. ))

As Serrade would have guessed, the boy did avoid injury from the flying dagger by nonchalantly lowering his stature. Not only was this not surprising, but Serrade could not help but feel some disappointment for not seeing something more impressive such as deflecting the piece of metal. Perhaps some other time, he thought.

Serrade returned to his call. "You think I'm kidding?" He raved. "Someone is trying to kill me!. . . .No, I don't know why. I don't even know him!"

"Nice phone," the boy spoke for the first time.

"Hey, thanks." Serrade replied.

"Can I have it when you'r dead?"

"What the fu--!" Serrade raised an eyebrow. "You really do want me dead! The hell did I do?"

No answer was given to Serrade. Instead, his would-be assailant pressed on. A weak lightning bolt, apparently from the skies, struck the distance between him and the boy. Serrade assumed this was magic because even though it struck the ground, not one of them, Serrade or the boy, were electrocuted. Natural lightning would have fried them both as it traveled through ground, but this one did not. However, even if it did not harm either of them, it temporarily blinded Serrade. The flash was so bright that not even his sunglasses could save him. Avoiding panic, Serrade anticipated that the boy would do something, anything that would be useful in this disadvantage.

Though Serrade was gradually recovering from the flash of lightning, his hearing was unscathed; another testament that the lightning was indeed enchanted. He heard loud footsteps pass by him. Again, he was marveled at the speed as he heard them dash behind him in just a couple of seconds! Finally, as if by cue, Serrade's sight recovered.

Turning about face, he saw the boy, breathing in deeply. Serrade was no master in the various fields of the arcane, but he knew magic conjuring when he saw it. At first, Serrade expected some wild display of ki force, but instead, he was given the bizzare demonstration of fire breathing.

Because the boy was a good distance away, Serrade was able to dodge roll to the side to avoid any serious burning. He felt the heat alright, even from a safe distance, and luckily for him, he came out without a burn. . .but instead, extremely disturbed.

Serrade put his phone away. "That's quite a sword you got there, kid. How about we put that to the test? I'd hate to see it go to waste." Smiling, Serrade removed his sunglasses, and winked at the boy. Then, in front of him appeared pieces of metal, each appearing almost out of nowhere. But if one kept a close eye, he would notice that these chunks of metal actually were growing in size as if something was feeding it a physical form. These metallic pieces clumped together like clay, and almost instantaneously, it seperated into two long and narrow hyrids. They remained suspended in mid-air, paralleled to each other. With the final touches, they finally appeared to look like swords, one slightly longer than the other, and one with a serrated edge.

Philadelphia and Virginia, two swords which never touched the ground, were finally applied to the forces of gravity and fell into Serrade's hands, one sword for each.

"Forgive my lack of a proper introduction, but I get the strong feeling that you already know who I am, and one does not kill someone he doesn't know. I didn't get your name."

His heart beating gently with expectation, Serrade prepared himself with a fighting stance, but not before thrusting Philadelphia into the ground, and using the other sword as his choice.

 

[Gaaramaster]

"Actually, I have no idea who you are. But it sounds fun." He smiled and Made sure he was out of range of the swords. "No matter how long your swords are, they can't reach me if I stay far enough away." He grew an ice shield on his left arm, while holding the sword in his right. He Put his hand over his sword, which turned red from heat. He took a few steps back and stopped for a second, thinking of what he could do. "Hmmmm.....I can't get close.....unless I want to die of course...so...that's it." He had an idea. He waved his hand and yellow, blue, and red gems appeared in his left hand. He threw the yellow one in the air, the red on on the ground, and shattered the blue one in his hand. Dark clouds appeared, spearding lightning in places, fire surrounded them. "I guess you know what the blue gem does, huh?" He threw the shards in front of him. Icicles appeared, dangling in the air.

((BTW, you serraded long sword is alot like one of the Akatsuki members swords.))

 

[Vradica]

((OOC: That's some really nice tricks you got there. However, even those should not be omitted from your character profile. You need to elaborate on his elemental magical spells. Simply stating what element of power he has control over is too broad. You need to describe what he can do with them. Again, really nice.))

Serrade never dreamed that he would be in a position like this. It was all too surreal. This was too much like a story. Yet, surprisingly, he wasn't unphased. This was just too predictable. To easy to guess.

What were the chances that he would face a young boy with such tremendous power? This was too good.

Heaven or Hell. It was time to rock.

"That's some power you got there," Serrade told the boy, examing the skies that emitted lightning yet poured no rain. Analyzing, he took notice of the shield made of ice; the sword that burned red hot; the circle of fire that trapped them in the deadly arena; and the icicles that defied gravity, as if threatning to impale.

"Seems like you don't wanna swordfight fairly," Serrade frowned. "Listen, I ain't that much of a graceful swordsman, so I can almost promise you that you won't get hurt. . .that is unless of course you can't wield a sword that well either. . .but, come on, if you're gonna kill me, can you at least make it worth my while?"

 

[Gaaramaster]

"Why would I do that? Killing you should be fast and easy."He smiled and the icicles flew in the air. They came down in a circle around Serrade. "There is no way I'm gonna let you get close enough to me. I'm kinda hoping not to use my swords." He looked at the sky. "I can control those, you know. Right now I'm not, but I can choose where the hit, if you know what I mean." Suddeny the clouds above Serrade started turning lighter. "Goodbye." The Icicles flew inwards, lightning fell above Serrade. Vixti smiled an evil smile.

((You should now a way you can block those. You don't need the swords to stop the attacks.))

 

[Vradica]

Serrade frowned, taking in the insult like a cut to his pride. He knew even OBS-CURE had no room for such behavior, especially from the young ones. How unfortunate it was that Serrade had thought at first take in this one. . .No matter. All he needed was an attitude adjustment. The young ones always needed the attitude adjustments.

With Philadelphia still on the ground, and Virginia in hand, Serrade was nothing more than a sitting duck, pretending to know what he's doing. If saving face was all he had to worry about, then this fight wouldn't have been a problem either. Fate was a wench, he thought, pitting him against an opponent of unimaginable power. His opponents blatant youtfulness mocked his prime.

So it came to this, the opponent clearly had Serrade surrounded with beastial magic. The fire burned, trapping him indefinetly in the battleground. The skies threatened, and the gravity-defying icicles invited him to a cold day in hell.

Ideas? None. At least none that could lead him out without a scratch. It had long occurred to him that he would have to bleed to make out of this alive. Fight and live another day. Perservere. Work for your life with blood, sweat, and tears!

"Goodbye." The skies flashes and ice projectiled.

This will hurt.

Serrade positioned his legs and jumped as high and far back as he could. Meanwhile he brought his arms up in an "x" formation to shield his head. Cold spikes punctured his body, giving him a painful chill sensation. Peeking from his arms, he could see the lightning that should have struck him, but instead struck his sword. He imagined the current traveling. He remembered when sticking the Philadelphia to the ground, he also protruded the edge of the blade, making a hidden trail of metal to where the boy stood now--just beneath the soil. If he played it right, Serrade would have used his opponent's own magic against him.

 

[Gaaramaster]

((Your stabbed with ice and surronded by fire. Think about how stupid that is, cause the ice is gonna melt and if you wanna fight your gonna have to wokr with metal. I take it your still holding your Virginia sword? I suggest you don't land or your guy is gonna be fried.))

Vixti laughed. "Your sword as a cundoctor was smart but you won't live if you touch the ground. I, however, don't have that problem." He created a disk of ice which he jumped on and had floating in the air.

 

[Vradica]

((I didn't say he escaped the ring of fire, but only that he jumped back far. If you expected he be burned, well then you failed to mention how big or small this ring was. Though he is punctured by the ice, I doubt they melt instantly because if they did, they must have been very weak ice. Your lightning strike landed, that it did, however, they don't stay running forever. By the time my character lands, the current should have taken its course.))

Don't worry, I've reported this situation to a staff member. I think this needs to get settled.

 

[Gaaramaster]

((wat?))

 

[Judge Ghis]

Pieman, do take more care in making sure you explain things better in the future, so it does not cause further problems in RPing

Judge Ghis